0380 Sonnet: Katrina To Marc

Marc – remember splashing through the waves, and walking barefoot in the sand, so fine between the toes? And how the breeze, that day, caressed your face, in 1989? How could we guess, so carefree way back then, that wind and water, in 2005, would turn so merciless and blow force ten, then kill so many; poison those alive? How could those waves, that beach of love and fun, now signify tsunami, hurricane? or sparkling water turn so putrid, vile; man’s carelessness, bring down all nature’s bile? Once proud to be Katrina – now but shame To think I share for you, a killer’s name…